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Inspiration From the First Five Minutes of Billie Hanne’s Map Of Antarctica, by pd lyons


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One of the most wonderful things about the current techno age is that there are no borders between artists. I am able to meet and connect with people/artists from all The the world most of which I never would have heard of let alone converse with a few decades ago. Some are inspirational to my own work. Many are so supportive of what at times is a lonely, discouraging, depressing art form which I indulge in – basically I am a poet of isolation. or so it seems sometimes.

Anyway about this blog post; Billie Hanne is a choreographer, dancer, director, artist, teacher based in Brussels. www.billiehanne.net  Some how a few years back I was lucky enough to “discover”  her and the art she is involved with. I got to watch via Vimeo, her Map Of Antarctica. Details of the production as well a a free link to the video…

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Women We Should Know ~ all of them. STOP BEING SILENT


 

Lost Unto This World

I was once some mother’s darlin’
Some daddy’s little girl
More precious than the ruby
More cherished than the pearl
My heart was full of mercy
And my forehead full of curl
Now I am nothing and am lost unto this world
I am lost unto this world…
They herded me like cattle
Cut me down like corn
Took me from my babies
Before they could be born
You can blame it on the famine
You can blame it on the war
You can blame it on the devil
It don’t matter anymore
I am lost unto this world…
I was tortured in the desert
I was raped out on the piain
I was murdered by the high way
And my cries went up in vain
My blood is on the mountain
My blood is on the sand
My blood runs in the river
That now washes through their hands
I am lost unto this world…
Can I get no witness this unholy tale to teil
Was God the only one there watching
And weeping as l feil
O you among the living
Will you remember me at all
Will you write my name out
With a single finger scrawl
Across a broken window
In some long forgotten wall
That goes stretching out forever
Where the tears of heaven fall
I am lost unto this world…
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Emmylou Harris / Daniel Roland Lanois
Lost Unto This World lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

 

wordless Wednesday 26.8.20 Starring Stella GSP extraordinaire


 

 

 

Only August by pd lyons (Worship Swans Version)


 

 

 

Only August

crows

almost quiet

only feather sounds

rising

almost still

only slow

steady beating

as if horses

finally

taught themselves

to march in order

across the fields

almost green

only smoky

spiral dust

almost damp descending

mirage

as if insects

finally taught themselves

to sing like falling rain

across midday

almost yawning

only august

 

Blue jean Jimmy by PD Lyons Poetry re The Wind Cries Mary by J. Hendrix


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Smoke Sat leaning
 

Head across

Your Mary knees

Said no one ever played this song for you

 

This then

was before empty blue tomorrows

 

This then

was everything possible

No blue but the sky for reaching

 

This then

was every wide-open 

breath fled after you

 

All Now ,

is left.

Only ghosts, the past.

Only here, Wishing smoke.

And how can anything be created besides memory?

Ever altering

Ever moving memory

Like love

Like our wide-open kisses

Like our smoky Jimmy

Playing Mary.

 

A little video snap post card from Dublin for Wordless Wednesday 19.8.20


 

 

 

ghost of the nun who kissed me by pd lyons


new haven ct artist not remembered by photographer pdlyons

down the hallway

all asleep

whispering

into the library

out over the city

windowed clear stars

on a moonless night

me

too

unwilling

to let go

 

The enemy you love song by pd lyons


I really want to be with you

be with you

be with you

I really want to be with you when we’re OK

 

But on these other days

other days

other days & nights

But on these others times

I just don’t know what to say

 

I’m just the enemy

enemy

enemy

I’m just the enemy

the enemy you love

The People Who Cured Themselves by P D Lyons from As If the Rain Fell In Ordinary Time


Taken from the 2019 erbacce poetry prize winning entry by PD Lyons. It was one of the original entry of four poems. “This one, I am proud to say was influenced by the work of Laurie Anderson & William S. Burroughs.”

The People Who Cured Themselves

 

the people who had cured themselves

from the virus once called language

communicated eloquently

with their hands

with their arms

 with their eyes

with the colour of their skin.

 

impossible to be misunderstood

they learned of the winds worship of leaves

the way the sun with every shadow enjoyed each day by day

and the height of midnight stars all sparkling –

happy with the moon, longing for its return.

 

eventually they forgot –

the coarseness of verbal abuse

the trickery of its seduction

the con of its half-truths.

 

made themselves dwellers on an island

rescuers, healers for those washed up from the deep

unafraid of reinfection they let the long-term healing of their lives

speak for them.

 

 

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The annual erbacce-prize for poetry is open from January 1st to May 1st every year. It is entirely FREE to enter thus it attracts top quality poets world-wide… in 2019 we had close to eight thousand entries and all were judged ‘blind’. P D Lyons was the outright winner! Below is the book we produced for him… it is sheer quality poetry, the whole book encompasses a simplicity coupled with deep insight; a truly beautiful collection which reveals more each time it is re-opened… (perfect-bound: 112pages)

http://erbacce-press.webeden.co.uk/p-d-lyons/4586525519

 

Through the generous support of  Westmeath County Council a limited edition of 50 numbered and signed copies are available to purchase direct from the poet at €20.00 to include standard postage world wide.  Please click on the link above to order via PayPal

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Off The Book Shelf – Stay Safe Brave Soul


So here’s something I have been meaning to do for some time now. not a big deal except for me to follow through sometimes takes a while. Any way I come from a book-aholic family. My parents both avid readers. My Mom and dad also collected and sold out of print books back in the days before personal computers. He would be sent lists from books shops dealers and at times universities and libraries – searching for particular items. He wold send a post card quote and maybe make a sale. We spent many a weekends going to estate sales, tag sales, second-hand shops etc. Finding things for resale and curious pieces i would sometimes argue with him over – like Henry miller first editions or Gertrude Stein, etc.  (and whatever happened to that Jerusalem Bible illustrated by Dali?) Some of those books are still on my shelves some alas are not. Anyway Shelly and I have continued the reading and collecting but alas not the re-sale. Morgan too is an avid reader and hoarder of books. So every once in a while there is no choice but to part with somethings … So the thing I meant to say is that starting today I’m doing an off the book shelf blog post. Because so many things come through and because we haunt second-hand shops there are many books we acquire with inscriptions and I’m thinking i would like to document and save them and share them regardless of keeping the books or not.

The first is from the book; Endurance, an epic of polar adventure by F.A.Worsley Captain of HMS Endurance. published by WW Norton & Company, NY. 2000. The inscription is to Capt. Beckley and signed by Summer. I  particularly find “Stay Safe Brave Soul…” rather touching. We would have picked this up in the states, probably in Litchfield Ct. area. Maybe the church on the green basement book shop? Maybe you know Captain Beckley? Maybe you know Summer? Maybe there is a story – Stay Safe Brave Soul.

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